Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT The Deep End Of The Ocean
By Jacob Clifton | Season 5 | Episode 13 | Aired on 08.31.2009
"So, you had some day yesterday," Nancy says, staring at Esteban. "Went looking for you." She goes on in this vein for awhile before he sadly explains the key to the whole situation: that Pilar has everything, every indiscretion and activity, documented, and is blackmailing him in a whole new way. Play the game, be the puppet, or else go to jail. "What would you have me do?" Nancy's sad, and shakes her head, because normally once she finds out somebody isn't useful as a tool anymore, they stop existing. But she loves him, and for once being more powerful than a person isn't enough to erase them from relevance: That's the glue. In spite of everything, he persists in existing.
Esteban kneels and kisses her shoulder, and for a moment she lets him be the baby, but then he jerks back. "Are you wearing my deodorant?" She smiles, confused, and he gets a very intense look. "It's for men." Because one woman has him by the balls, and the other by the heart, and he doesn't know what life is when you're under the thumb of a woman, he can't smell himself on her. "So... Don't put your nose in my armpit?" Nancy says, still wary. "No. Do you hear me? I don't like you wearing it." She protests now, because she likes the smell, and the feeling, but he puts his little foot down: "You smell like a man. You will not wear it again. Is that clear." And Nancy remembers: Men are weak. So weak, in fact, that you can't ever let them find out. It's an ocean you can swim, but you'll never reach the end of it.
("You have failed us all. Everything is not okay.")
"Yeah," she says, looking far away over her shoulder, at the lives she could have had. "I got it. You're the man." She says it indulgently; he doesn't even mind. She leaves him on his knees, and goes to call Guillermo. Because now Pilar really has taken away her husband, if she's got him so tied up he thinks power plays like this are going to fix him. And she can't walk out, because of the glue, so she's got to get his balls back for him.
"I was just thinking about you," Guillermo says passively, in Mexico: he was at a dogfight last night, and saw two pitbull bitches ripping the shit out of each other, and one of them had a really nice ass. "Thanks, Blanca. Nice to be free." She's surprised at how quickly he got out, once he was transferred, and he admits she did good by him. "I want it done today," she demands, and he grins to himself. "I'm your boy, right?" She hangs up on him, a pointless little power play of her own. Maybe that's when he decides.